This is your life In which you thrive And you achieve And you retrieve The bone you get From your adept Without disgrace This is your race You are a Goth Are you a Goth You You will get old As you are told By older men Oh yeah and then
You will get asked To lift your mask And you decide 'Bout your last ride You are a Goth Are you a Goth You Will you ever Change your life Will you never Feel alive Will you never See the sun You are always On the run